I’ve personally never been able to understand why a lot of dance or guitar enthusiasts still insist on dismissing the influence or muscle of a great soul track. No sub genre gets spared the wrath of a modern music snob, Psychedelic Soul – ‘Just gimmie Hendrix’, Detroit Soul – ‘music for wimps’, Deep Soul – ‘Old Fashioned’. For ****’s sake!?
The arduous task of convincing these Bloc Party peasants and Franz Ferdinand-o-holics that the majority soul music is infinitely cooler than 99% of modern guitar records seems to never cease. Even as I’m sat here writing this, I fear I am indeed wasting my time.
Weaned on a strict diet of Northern Soul when I was younger, I still look back at pictures of those young dudes popping blue pills and shakin’ loose, puma bag over shoulder, and think they were having a reeeal good time. Not like those disco dancing Nancy’s of the seventies, oh no, these we’re red blooded hot headed men just letting it all hang out.
I read today that an appreciation of beauty enhances wellbeing – and if that’s true, appreciate these. They are truly beautiful.